Kiza · Part 2 (2/2)
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olai; he was still her first love, and she was going to wait for him, just as he had said he would wait for her.
Sighing, Furry pulled herself up and stepped out of the bathtub, striking the drain switch as she did so and listening momentarily as the water gurgled down the pipes. Once it was gone, she hit the 'air' switch, turning the dial to the temperature she liked. A mild tornado began to swirl in the bathtub, and she stepped into the middle of it, holding a dry towel and closing her eyes. With the towel she vigorously brushed at her fur, encouraging air underneath it and drying off. She felt better after that.
Kiza was nowhere to be seen in the living room when Furry emerged, but the door to her bedroom was closed so Furry assumed she'd be in there. She poured herself a glass of milk and sat down at the round kitchen table, retrieving her PADD and trying to decide if she was going to read or watch something educational, or if she was going to be frivolous and watch entertainment.
Kiza emerged from her bedroom while Furry was still deciding. "Hi," Furry said, waving tiredly.
Kiza merely waved, walking slowly to the kitchen and sitting down opposite her, propping her head in her hands and looking morose.
"It's not like Outskirt, is it?" Furry asked.
"That's not it," Kiza replied, sighing. "If that were the problem I'd just SDisk home. It's more…. I start to see their flaws, Furry. They always seem so wonderful when we first start, but after a while I begin to know their little, annoying problems and then they aren't so wonderful anymore. And I know that it's me, that I'm blowing up because of something in me. Other people live with each other's flaws, so why can't I?"
"Are you afraid maybe that they'll start to notice you're not so perfect, either?"
"I don't know," Kiza answered. "I wish I did."
"You know," Furry continued, "There is at least one person who knows all about you. And you know all about."
"Oh? Who's that?"
Furry suddenly stopped, realizing to herself exactly where her thoughts were leading her. She didn't have time for this, she thought to herself. She already Nickolai… hadn't she just been telling herself not to get into anything too serious?
Too late, she saw, as realization of what she was talking about apparently dawned in Kiza's eyes. "You?"
Furry felt her whiskers droop slightly. Then she nodded.
Kiza leaned back in her chair and pressed her hands together. "I never did think of it that way."
Furry's throat was dry with what she wanted to say, what she wanted to do with Kiza. "Uhm… Kiza?" The marten looked up. "Listen… I… I know everything about you, including the way you dump your lovers." She stood up slowly, pushing her chair back. Kiza's eyes followed her as she walked around the table and approached her roommate. "I don't want to end up like them."
Kiza leaned forward and reached out a hand. Furry took it. "You won't," the marten promised gently. "At least, I hope you won't. But… what about Nickolai?"
"He's the most important person in the universe to me, Kiza. Please don't be mad, but when he returns I… I don't think I'll want to be your lover anymore. I'm not so sure I could do it now."
Kiza stood up slowly. She was shorter than Furry, but the difference wasn't quite as dramatic as the difference between Furry and Nickolai. "I want you to try, Furry." Still holding her roommate's hand, she pulled them both into her bedroom.
As the door closed behind her, Furry's heart jumped slightly. "Kiza…"
"Say 'no,' now, Furry. Because if you don't, I'm going to strip your clothing off and make love to you." She smiled. "If not with you.
Furry found herself driven between two forces, one of which she could find little reason for listening to. She sat down slowly on the bed. "Come here," she said. Kiza hopped over to stand in front of her. "Sit down on my lap." Kiza obeyed readily, a smile crossing her muzzle. "Kiza, I do want you. More than anything I've wanted in a long time. I want someone I can trust and rely on. You've been that for me as a roommate… and as a friend. Anything more than that is just extra, right?"
"You have my word on that," Kiza replied, smiling. Furry found the way her black eyes glittered when she spoke to be incredibly beautiful. Almost without thinking about it, she pressed a hand to Kiza's chest, feeling her roommate's rich, red fur under her palm.
"Furrrrry…" Kiza sighed as she leaned over and kissed the Markal's neck, sliding her tongue out and tasting. Furry's hand slowly slid along Kiza's chest, touching her nipples and caressing them gently. Kiza gasped, and then slid her hand into Furry's robe, a hand closing down on a breast and squeezing gently. "You're so beautiful, Furry. Nickolai is so lucky."
Furry giggled softly and lay back on the bed, pulling her lighter partner down with her. She didn't know quite what to say to that compliment, so she didn't say anything, instead running her hands over Kiza's back.
Kiza cooed softly, her tail twitching and fluttering with the stimulation. She reached down and pulled open the bow holding Furry's robe closed. "You're not wet underneath this," she said. "The fur- dryer in there works very well. Why do you always walk around the house covered up?"
"Why do you walk around naked?" Furry asked back. "I guess I just got used to it when I was living on Terra. There's always a lot of covering up going on there. It's funny, though, when Nickolai was here I was always so 'Miss Pendor' around him. I carried my gun, paraded around in the nude…"
"Habits," Kiza said, pushing the robe open. "You were used to wearing clothes. You were out to shock Nickolai, because you knew you wanted him to know you as a Pendorian, not a 'transplant,' I guess. But now that you're not out to consciously be a Pendorian, some of those habits are coming back."
"I still carry my gun," Furry said defensively.
"That's just good common sense," Kiza replied, looking down at her roommate as she lay on the bed. "Furry, you're beautiful."
"No, I'm not," Furry replied. "I'm getting fat. My fur is bland."
Kiza leaned over and kissed Furry's breast, nipping at her tiny red nipple. "Leif had a name for that."
Furry gasped, her back arching, then settled back to the bed. "What was that?"
"Girl-o-vision." Furry giggled, then gasped again as Kiza's fingers found her way around her other nipple. "He said no woman could look at herself the way men do."
"I think it's a personal thing," Furry whispered.
"Probably," Kiza replied, laughing softly. Her fingers stroked down Furry's body and slid between Furry's legs.
Furry gasped as the Marten's little touches sent fire along her spine. She reached up to touch Kiza's thigh, to slide her own fingers along the soft red fur, easing towards Kiza's warm sex. She spread Kiza's lips open, looking at the excited red flesh that shone through the soft red fur. Kiza gasped. "Furry!"
"Fair is fair, roomie," she giggled.
"Oh, really?" Kiza laughed and slid a finger into Furry's cunny. Furry arched her back. Kiza curled her finger upwards and pressed it against Furry's pubic bone. The sensation was unlike anything she had felt before, especially when Kiza slid the finger down along the inside of her cunt, from pubic bone until she could just barely touch her cervix, and all along the way a plethora of different sensations, all wonderful, drove Furry out of her mind with lust.
Kiza stopped suddenly, and Furry looked up at her, gasping. "How do you… do that?"
"I play with myself a lot," Kiza replied, smiling. "I know what feels good on me. I just figured I'd try it on you."
"It works!" Furry replied.
"Good!" Kiza said, smiling as her finger pressed up against Furry's cunt again. She slid down to her roommate's spread legs and, as she slid a second finger into Furry and stroked her insides, kissed Furry's clitoris. A welcome moan escaped Furry's lips.
Kiza's fingers pressed into Furry's cunt more insistently, twisting back and forth in time with flickers of her tongue over her roommate's clit.
Furry's body thrashed against the bed, her breathing coming in heavy gasps as Kiza dove deeper into her cunt, pushing her harder. Climax after climax swept through her, making her tremble with pleasure. "Kiza!" she screamed. "Enough!"
Kiza stopped, backing away a little. "Too much?"
Furry's body trembled gently still as Kiza lay up next to her. "A little much, Kiza. Oh rings! Kiza, where did you learn to do that?"
"I just did what I know feels good on me. I figured that was the best way to do it."
"Oh, it was," Furry sighed. "That was wonderful." She ran her hands over Kiza's small body, and found the small shivers she gave in response delightful. "It's your turn."
"You don't have to do anything," Kiza insisted.
"But I want to, Kiza, I do." Her fingers found their way between Kiza's legs, and Kiza smiled, a soft churring sound starting in her throat. "You want me to?"
"Yes…" Kiza gasped softly. "Oh, yes."
Furry lifted her hand to her lips, licking a finger until the fur was wet through. "Now, you did this…" she said, sliding a finger into Kiza's body and pressing upwards. Kiza gasped again. "That's neat. I can even feel where I'm pressing against."
"Yeah…" Kiza moaned softly.
"And then you slid your fingers back…" The soft texture of Kiza's inside slid under the pad of her fingertip; under the pubic bone had been a firm pad of flesh, and as she slid back it gave way to softer tissue, and then she felt the little nub, shaped like a tiny volcano, she thought, of the cervix. Kiza's body twisted on the bed, her hands clenched and her eyes drawn tight. "Furry!"
"Shh…" Furry smiled. "You like that."
"It's so strong! Please… lighter…"
Furry back off, looking down and seeing her hand becoming coated in Kiza's juices. She leaned over and licked at them, tasting another fem for her first time. The taste was surprisingly sweet. She slid around on the bed, trading places, and began licking at Kiza's cunny selfishly, licking up the sweet fluid her roommate produced.
"Ohhh…" Kiza moaned softly, whimpering. Furry licked harder, feeling her roommate's body tense. She suddenly remembered her hand and began stroking within Kiza's cunny again, pressing upwards as she had been shown. Kiza thrashed about on the bed, fighting with herself to not to move away from Furry's mouth and hands. Furry licked harder.
Kiza screamed as she came, kicking at the bed and gasping loudly, dragging her roommate's name out, "Furrrrry!"
Jofuran smiled up at Kiza. "Are you okay?"
"Oh, Fah, Furry, come here. Hold me."
Confused and concerned, Furry crawled up the bed and lay next to Kiza, holding her tightly. "Are you okay?" she repeated.
"Furry," Kiza gasped softly. "Nobody's ever made love to me like that. Nobody's ever payed attention like that to me… ever. That was probably the best lovemaking I've ever had in my life."
"It's been a short life, Kiza!"
"Yes… but that was the best of it. Oh, Fah, Furry… I know, I know promised, but I want you. I want to keep you."
"I know," she said, swallowing. "I know. And I know it's a silly thing to want, Furry. But you're so perfect, so wonderful." She wrapped an arm around Furry. Furry stiffened, then relaxed, trying to sort her own feelings out. "Furry, I promise I won't come between you and Nickolai. But please, don't hate me because I want you so much."
Furry closed her eyes and snuggled next to her roommate. "I won't, Kiza. I promise. But I want you to look for someone else. Can you do that?"
Kiza nodded. "I can. As long as you don't push me away from you… too quickly."
"I won't do that," Furry promised. "I do like you, Kiza. A lot. I just have someone else, someone who means a lot to me. You can understand that, can't you?"
Kiza nodded. "I'll try to understand."
"Okay."
Dearest Nickolai,
It's been a while since you last received a letter, but my class schedule has just overwhelmed me. There are four language requirements on my schedule! But you knew that.
Mom found a place to go to, and so my folks are again off-world. So much for their promise to "hang around" for a while, huh? It's not so bad; I'm at University now, and it helps because I've got a few friends in the exoarcheology (what other kind of archeology does a ringworld have?) department.
I may as well get to the serious stuff quickly. You might remember my roommate, Kiza? I mentioned her in my last letter somewhere. I have a problem. Kolya, she's fallen in love with me. It wasn't something she meant to do, and I didn't want it either! But it's happened.
You have to understand her; she's never had a real long-term relationship. She gets very frightened when people start to know her well. But she was stuck with me, so she put up with my getting to know everything about her before we… we made love. It was something that just… happened. I know I'll try and handle it carefully; I do care about her, but I also know that in the end you're the man who's right for me, and I'm going to have to tell her that sometime.
Please don't be angry with me. I still love you, you're still the most important person in the universe to me. She's attached herself to me, though. And I do care for her. I do worry. I'm trying to help her find someone else, someone right for her. It'll be a while… there are still sixteen months before I see you again. In the meantime I dream about you always.
Your beloved Jofuran. — "Kiza" The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., And Related Tales are (c) 1989, 1992 Elf Matheiu Sternberg. May be freely distributed by cybernetic media; hardcopies are limited to single printings for personal use. — (Elf Sternberg)
Kiza · Part 2 (2/2)
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